Actually, it's the part where you hit the ground that kills you, not the fall.

[starlady]

I took my first and so far only final of graduate school this morning. It was a thing that happened, certainly. Five years+ out of undergrad, I just can't get that worked up about it. I'm sure I scraped a B-, which is what I need to get a passing grade in the course. I wouldn't be in grad school if I couldn't scrape a B- in just about anything. And in the meantime there are far better things to worry about. On the scale of 1 to 10, as my mother would have said, this was probably about a 1.5. Hence my near soporific-calm, as my professor remarked on in the hallway beforehand.

Other things to worry about: 
- Thing that shall remain nameless but is full of bullshit and drama
- Deadlines for actual paid work that I am getting paid for
- That 20-page seminar paper I haven't started
- Yuletide. BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS